Emily’s neighbors, according to the census,

None here now. Their presence was filled with compression, ideals opening a science of situation (Thoreau) and unobstructed white sky (Whitman)for unstructured joy, bouncing up years later with satiric multiples (Wieners, Ricard). Only yesterday! Literary worth automatically fills the page like scrub pine — from which tribe? — becoming more fearless (less indiscernible) when units of innocence, acrobacy and self-neutering come together, vaunting in plainer English, a content addressed by newer neighbors.